“I had to struggle to get your ass off me. You were still pulling your clothes off and going on about how I’d miss your naked sexy ass. I punched you one, and you passed out on the floor. I left your naked ass where you passed out on the floor in your living area. That is it. Anything that happened, after I left is on you. You and I, nothing happened other than taking a tumble or two, you were out cold when I left your room.”
He caught the slight edge to her voice. At the beginning of her statement, she’d been annoyed about him stating she wasn’t a girl to him. He’d insulted her, and he knew it, but he didn’t actually recall all the details that happened in his room, or the bloody girl either. Just knew there had been one.
The rest of her statement had been all sarcasm, especially when she’d stated ‘my naked sexy ass’ and he still didn’t know what to think, but the way she was uncomfortable, sitting over there in the driver’s seat. He did know he could be very aggressive in the bedroom, very demanding in the sating of his own needs, especially when drunk, he lost control when he was drunk.
He’d had she-wolves tell him they were uncomfortable down below afterwards, when he’d gotten all rough and raw with them, though he had learned to contain that part of himself, understood they weren’t his mate and couldn’t handle all of his needs. He only lost control when drunk.
He was still confused, turned and looked out the window. He knew Ori had never had a boyfriend either. So he was willing to bet she would be uncomfortable after a night of drunken s*x with him, and he did; despite telling her he didn’t see her as a girl, actually see her as a girl, and one he wanted to pull into his bed, but couldn’t touch her, not ever.
Was it possible that in his very drunken state he’d told her what he felt, that she would miss him, because he would miss her? He didn’t bloody remember, but it was possible and the more he thought about it.
A drunken night with his Beta. Hell, he knew if he ever got that girl into his bed, he’d have had her for hours upon hours. She was more than attractive to him, bloody smoking hot, and she had the perfect body, was completely his type. Not that he’d ever let it show; he was attracted to her.
The question now was, how would she react to them hooking up in a drunken stupor? Which, if they had, would likely have been all it was, and if that had happened, she clearly remembered it.
It would also have been her first time. That thought wasn’t very nice, though he leaned back in the chair once more as something struck him. He needed a minute to think about that thought. “I’m gonna sleep till we get there.” He told her.
“Go right ahead and do that.” She murmured.
“Got me a bunch of horny alpha females to f**k for a whole year.” He stated, just to see what her reaction was.
“I’m sure they’ll all love your naked sexy ass.” He didn’t have to look at her to know she’d rolled her eyes as she said it, her tone belied her words, she sounded bored to him, not annoyed.
He settled in that seat and tried to recall exactly what he’d smelled this morning: her scent, that was a definite, it had been light but there, which indicated she’d left the room hours before he’d woken up. There had also been no scent of arousal left, again, which just meant she’d have left hours before he woke.
Slade
He pictured himself sitting up as his father mind-linked to him, focused right on that very memory, which was the first clear memory he had, since being in the pack’s nightclub. It was all hazy even in the club after a certain point. At one point, he’d just been too drunk to recall even what he did there.
Focused himself on his living room and the actual moments after he woke up, sat there in that chair and tried to recall every single detail and there it was, he caught the faintest scent of blood, that was what had struck him, that he smelled blood.
Ori was a virgin, she’d never even looked at a boy, wouldn’t, her father would see it as a distraction from her duties and tell her it was irresponsible, so she’d never, not even to his knowledge, kissed a boy.
So, if they had hooked up last night, and it had been her first time, then he should have smelled her blood, from when he broke that hymen of hers. It wouldn’t be much, a small amount only.
From what he recalled of the smell, it wasn’t a strong or overpowering scent, slight, and he’d nearly missed it, so not a lot of blood. He didn’t recall seeing any in the room; his carpet was pale blue, and blood, dried or fresh, would have been noticeable. Slade knew if he’d seen blood in his suite, he’d have asked a butt-ass load of questions of her at breakfast. Hell, he’d have actually smelled it real good to find out whose it was, the questions would have been to find out why it was there.
He couldn’t recall if it was his or her blood, he hadn’t really paid that much attention, what with his throbbing head and hangover and his father telling him to get up, and going on about being all packed and ready to go.
‘Hail?’ he asked, waking his wolf. The bloody beast was still sleeping it off.
‘What?’ his own wolf growled at him.
‘Whose blood did I smell?’
‘I don’t know, you smelled it, not me.’ He was told.
‘Did I sleep with our Beta?’ he asked his wolf. He’d been drunk on wolfen loaded alcohol last night, which also meant his beast was affected as well. If he was drunk, so was his wolf unfortunately, but he might know or have some memories of the night he did not have himself.
Hail had been sleeping if off still, till Slade asked him that question, but he needed to know the answer. He couldn’t just assume that could be very bad, especially if he said they did, and they actually didn’t.
‘I don’t know, I was sleeping, don’t recall even going to our suite,’ was the reply.
Just bloody great, neither of them knew ‘There was blood right though, I smelled that, yes?’
‘Likely if you think it, then there was, stop yabbering at me, you drank. I now suffer for it, don’t drink so bloody much if you want us to both remember things.’ His wolf sounded more than annoyed with him, nothing much he could do about that though.
He sighed he did know that wolfen loaded alcohol affected both the human and wolf alike, but it was the only way to actually get drunk for any wolf. He’d also just turned 18 and was legally allowed by wolfen law to go and drink it, not sneak around to do that.
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